lirik lagu tall boy special - the stuff
an ambitious young writer in a cabin in the woods
slowly approaching the end
deadline weighing on his mind
slowly running out of time
then the stuff starts leaking in
a sharp~toothed critter with eleven~hundred mouths
spitting acid all over his pages
“i wouldn’t buy your book on amazon or barnes & n0ble
even if i had a gift card.”
then he grabs him by his nipples
throws him out the window
the ambitious young writer lands directly in a well
what’s the stuff
it’s made up
it’s the monster underneath your bed
what’s the stuff
it’s a bluff
your fear is not your friend
what’s the stuff
a father with his baby
in the last house on the left
a new life has begun
wants to be a better dad
better than the one he had
then the stuff possesses his son
his eyes rolls back in his head
he smokes a cigarette and says
“a better daddy wouldn’t let me smoke
i’m taking the neighbor to the father son picnic
cuz at least frank can grow a beard.”
puts the cigs out on his nipples
throws him out the window
the new father lands directly in a swamp
f~ck the stuff
it’s made up
the calls coming from your head
f~ck the stuff
that’s enough
your fear is not your friend
f~ck the stuff
a little shorty porker at crystal lake summer camp
in the middle of a dare
kids chanting, “jump off the cliff
who cares if you can’t swim.”
then the stuff apparates in the air
it looks like him but older and more confident
and says, “bro if you do this you will drown
these kids are not so tough
i should know, i’m their stuff
never let anyone push you around. ”
then it grips his chubby nipples
whips him through his window
the little shorty porker lands safely in his bunk
trust the stuff
in your gut
the voice in the back of your head
trust the stuff
it’s enough
fear can be your friend
trust the stuff
[light hearty laugh]
well, here we are
we’ve come to the end
but what becomes of your faithful narrator friend?
flesh and blood i’ve become
conjured from the songs
but now the songs are all done
i guess i live here then
in an apartments with the tallboys
but i promise you they’re grown men
why do they call themselves boys?
why do they still play with toys?
they keep asking me for something called rent!
help me if you can
not a tall boy, a small man
by playing this album on repeat
and some day in the mirror
it will be come clearer
as you and the tall boys finally meet
[evil laugh.]
but seriously what becomes of me now?
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